Friday, April 30, 2010

African Roar...A New Anthology of African Writers...Review Coming Soon

I have been absent from my blog for a while. A lot of things have happened in my life since I last blogged. I have married and I have tried moving out of my residence. My research work has taken most of my time; hence my reading has suffered seriously. This means that I have not been able to review any book.

However, I have been presented with an e-copy of an new book titled 'African Roar' by one of the contributors. The beauty about this anthology of short stories is that it was a collaboration of authors and writers on  StoryTime, an online blog that invites stories from Africans across the continent. It is, thus, refreshing to know that Africans are taking technology to the next level and are making the best use of it. This collaboration is the brainchild of author Ivor Hartmann with support from Emmanuel Sigauke. All stories in this anthology are by Africans and the contents addresss Africans. It is very different from novels written by Africans in the disapora and those westernized stories. I am hereby not reviewing the novel. As I have promised a proper review would follow soon, but I cannot help but to report on this. I am touched and happy. 

Each of the stories in the novel would touch a different nerve. They address simple issues from the domestic to the political. Keep watching this place for the review.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Broken Umbilical Cord

the umbilical cord is severed
the time of our birth
defined our death
to gain our legs
we sold our minds
to gain our eyes
we slaughtered our souls
on the path to emptiness
we silently strolled
tied to their umbilical cord

to keep the roots
we cut the tree into logs
to keep the fruits
we dug out the roots
but our brothers called home
in search of our god
in search of our way
but there’s no way
except our adopted way

so to smile in exile
they changed their names
from John to Kamau
Peter to Asante
they went back to the root
we who have gained unqualified knowledge
laughed at them
with borrowed mouths and cheeks
but they began to laugh
from within the core of their being
from within their very selves

they came for their cheeks
and their mouths
and their minds
leaving us with our realities
we are only remote-controlled puppets
without self
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